“She who keeps her nose to the grindstone cannot smell the roses.” — Debra Burgin
Saturday we had company for supper, and for the centerpiece I had a yellowware bowl filled with apples and colorful leaves down the table. As I was searching the yard for the most vibrant leaves, I realized how little time I’ve spent outside in the last few months.
This is a busy month for me, and when I recently started to get that tight feeling in my throat about everything that I need to accomplish, I recognized that my inner balance is way out of kilter. Not that I’m dizzy, but I spend too much time sitting. Pleasant and generally productive time, of course, but it’s not the best way to stay fit!
Weeks and weeks ago I discontinued my morning walks (too dark, too cold — but really, too lazy), and I now see the effects of that, in a slightly tighter waistline, etc., etc.
So yesterday was my first time subbing on a bowling league. (I know perfectly well that members of my family are hysterically laughing. Get it out, it’s OK.) Aside from the fact that the last time I bowled was seven years before the guy at the counter was born, I did pretty well. I didn’t humiliate myself too badly, but oh, the discomfort now! Took two aspirin when I got home and I’m pretty sure there’s a Tylenol PM in my future again tonight.
All this to say that I feel better having moved a bit. All things in moderation, even stamping, I guess!